A roll of broken jade slips was spread on the small table, emitting a faint fluorescent light, like a dying man who was like a gossamer lying in the ice and snow, waiting for who could hear the last words leaking from the corner of his lips when he was dying. strands of truth.
Jiang Yexue said: "Xi He-Jun, I will remind you one last time, you have to think carefully. The jade slips containing the history are no better than the ancient mirrors. , will need your flesh and blood to fill it up."
"Or you can choose to wait. Your Majesty may not be able to find out that Shi Yujian has been stolen by you within a month, so you don't have to take risks, and everything can be safer."
Mo Xi didn't say a word, his thick, smoke-like eyelashes hung down, obscuring the light and shadow flowing from the bottom of his eyes.
Eight years ago, when he saw Gu Mang fall into the mood, he thought of waiting.
Waiting for Gu Mang to recover, waiting for time to slowly heal the wound... But what did he wait for
Time cannot make the fallen pillars stand up again, it will only turn the once carved fences and jade blocks into ruins.
"I've made him wait too long." Mo Xi said.
"… "
"Qingxu, let's get started."
Outside Xihe Mansion.
Zhou He put one hand on the falcon on his waist and the other behind him. Gu Mang was restrained by several attendants of the Shushutai and stood beside Zhou He. Zhou He's eyes swept over the anxious people in Xihe Mansion, over the sweating butler Li, and over the gloomy Murong Lian, and a cold smile formed on the corner of his lips.
"Don't bother everyone to see each other, Zhou Mou is leaving."
After that, he would take Gu Mang and leave.
That's right, an hour has passed, and there is no news from Mo Xi, and the emperor's imperial edict is indeed in Zhou He's hands, and it is written in black and white that the first institution to test Gu Mang is Zhou He's commander's desk.
Even if Murong Lian wanted to approach others, there was no room for him.
Seeing that Gu Mang was about to be taken away by Zhou He, the strong desire to survive made Butler Li shout out, "Elder Zhou Zhou Zhou! Do you want to stay for a cup of tea? Xihe Mansion has three immortal islands in Penglai. The Yaochi Feiye of the ten-year-old mother plant was given to my family master by the ancestors as one of the imperial gifts!"
Butler Li has this fight, not without reason.
Zhou He is a good tea person. It is said that because the affairs of the surgeon's desk are too bloody on weekdays, things will turn against each other. Besides digging people's brains, Zhou He's favorite thing to do is actually drink tea. As long as the auction house has high-quality teas in the auction every year, the Zhou family will definitely send someone over to compete for the hammer. This is something that the entire Chonghua knows.
Sure enough, Zhou He's pupils shrank slightly when he heard Yaochi Feiye.
Butler Li immediately struck while the iron was hot, and said dog-legged, "This tea has been sealed for more than ten years, and we don't entertain ordinary guests. Only an expert like Elder Zhou is worthy of drinking!"
"..." Zhou He's hand was rubbing the handle of the Falcon's knife, as if he was fighting between the happiness of digging his brain and the happiness of drinking tea, but in the end, the pervert defeated the normal. Zhou He pursed his lips and raised his jaw. , motioned to the entourage, "No need. Take people away."
"Yes!"
The escort was holding Gu Mang's carriage that was about to be stuffed into the surgeon's desk. Butler Li looked like a dog who was guarding the house and was afraid of being punished by a thief in the house. He was about to faint while holding the door frame. But at this moment, Murong Lian suddenly said, "Wait."
Zhou He narrowed his eyes: "...Wang Shu-Jun, the imperial edict has been read to you, what advice do you have?"
Murong Lian took a deep sip of the cigarette and said, "You can take it away. But the words are clear, you can't play too much. I'm still waiting to use this trial body here, you're going to use it to the death and use it to the core. I can't do my trials..."
He narrowed his eyes, tapped Zhou He's cheek with his smoking gun, and said: "Then your brother Lian will be very angry, if your brother Lian is angry, then you will not be able to live in Chonghua. So happy."
Zhou He sneered: "Murong Lian, you are shameless, you are three months older than me. Where do you get the face to call yourself a brother?"
Murong Lian's response was that he took another mouthful of Floating Life, and then smirked on Zhou He's face: "Brother, I like it, but if you don't agree, let your mother shove you back to be born again, you should be three times earlier than me. Yue, I also call you brother."
"you!"
"Hey, hey, wait a minute." Murong Lian suddenly raised a finger and shook it, "Don't let me go, brother pity, I just suddenly thought of a good idea."
"… "
"Look, let's do this." Murong Lian staggered to the carriage while biting on the cigarette holder, "Anyway, the royal edict from your Majesty is for you, so naturally I can't stop you. People, You take it away first, and I'll pick it up tomorrow, after all, the dark demon clues in my place are eager to try, are you rich enough for one night?"
"not enough."
Murong Lian narrowed her eyes. His peach blossom eyes were supposed to be full of tenderness, but the pupils of his eyes were slightly raised, and they were white eyes, which inevitably brought some viciousness and fierceness: "Little baby, don't think that you can be unscrupulous by holding a scroll of imperial edict. You still have to stay in Chonghua from now on."
Zhou He turned his pale glazed eyes: "Which trial has Jun Wang Shu heard of for one night?"
Murong Lian stared at this man, the water pipe in his hand became a reflection of his mood, and he was smoking sullenly. In the end, Murong Lian said: "...Okay. You don't have to give a time limit. But at least I want to make sure that this person still has a life to wait for me."
Zhou He asked, "How do you make sure?"
Murong Lian didn't answer, he stepped forward, grabbed the front of Gu Mang's bathrobe rudely, pulled him over, squinted his eyes lazily, looked back at Zhou He and said, "I want to leave a tracking mark."
After he said that, he loosened a ring he was wearing on his left hand, cast a spell in front of everyone's eyes, and put it on Gu Mang's thumb.
The ring was embedded with a blue-light flowing gem, and the texture could not be seen, but after Gu Mang put it on, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of panic and an inexplicable throbbing.
"It's similar to the tracking spell that the fireball left on you before." Murong Lian grabbed Gu Mang's hand and looked at it for a while, then nodded, "I cast the spell, no one can pick it off at will. This way you are dead. It's life, I have a number in my heart."
This is not so much for Gu Mang, but for Zhou He.
After he did this, he waved his hand in disgust: "Okay, all of you brothers can get out."
Gu Mang lowered his head and stared at the sapphire blue wrench he was wearing on his left thumb. The dazed expression between his brows became deeper and deeper. He raised his head and looked at Murong Lian for unknown reasons, only to see that Murong Lian had turned his back. Holding a hookah, he began to sip hard again, puffing up clouds of smoke.
Gu Mang looked at his back, and felt that there must be a piece of memory that he was missing that was related to this ring. He didn't know about this memory, but Murong Lian seemed to be very clear...
But based on what he knew about Murong Lian, he did not expect Murong Lian to let him go.
Just rubbing this sapphire ring, the feeling of familiarity flooded into my heart uncontrollably. Gu Mang even had a terrifying intuition. He felt that this ring should belong to him originally, and it should be with him by nature.
Why this intuition? What is the part of the memory associated with it
After Zhou He left, Murong Lian stood there and stared at Xingye again, slowly pumping out a whole tube of Floating Life Like a Dream. After taking this strong psychedelic drug, his whole face seemed to be immersed in spring water, and there was a sense of relief between his eyebrows, but there seemed to be some kind of relief under this relief. Extremely twisted emotions.
With a whimper of smoke, that emotion was suddenly blown away, and gradually faded away...
"Li Wei."
"Ah, what is Wang Shu's order?"
With his back to the government lantern and facing the endless night, Murong Lian stood by himself for a while, the wooden hairpin holding his hair in a bun and his flashy robe inlaid with gold threads seemed so out of place.
After a while, Murong Lian turned her face away, her eyes filled with darkness.
"Is Mo Xi dead?"
"… What?"
"I can't find anyone for a full hour, is he dead or is it all a group of ants in your Xihe Mansion!"
Li Wei was busy speaking on behalf of the Lord and the aggrieved servants and servants in Xihe House: "This... Wang Shu-jun, you can't say that, you saw it when you were waiting. The sound transmission butterfly is almost released. I've come here, no one can find the figure of the Lord, and the Lord is an important member of the military and administrative department. If he is in the office, the sound transmission butterfly can't pass through the barrier, and we can't enter the palace to find him..."
This was true, but Murong Lian's expression did not improve at all.
He turned around, biting his bong, and paced over.
"In the entire imperial capital, there are places where sound transmission spirits can't reach at will, except for the royal city."
"?" Li Wei was startled for a moment, "Don't you know Wang Shujun?"
"Why should this king know such useless things! Does this king need to send messages to anyone on weekdays?" Murong Lian said angrily, "Speak!"
"Oh, oh, yes yes yes." Li Wei said, "Except for Wangcheng, there are Yin prison, Jiang's house, Murong Chuyi's refining room..." Lin Lin always enumerated more than 20. At the end, his voice gradually softened and he glanced at Murong Lian.
Murong Lian asked curiously, "What are you looking at me for?"
Li Wei bites the bullet: "I also hope that the Chu house and brothel that you have opened by Shu Jun..."
"… "
"And the Cultivation Academy."
Murong Lian said: "You send someone to these places to inquire about the whereabouts of the fireball, immediately."
"I'm afraid I'll have to find out tomorrow morning..."
Meeting Murong Lian's eyes, Li Wei shrank his neck and hurriedly said, "Check, check, check here."
After Murong Lian finished her instructions, she squinted and thought for a moment, as if she had sifted through the twenty or so points that Li Wei told him.
Finally, Murong Lian turned around and instructed his entourage, "Let's go."
"Is the lord going to look back at the Shu residence?"
"No." Murong Lian stepped on the soft satin bench and got into the carriage, and said coldly, "First go to the prison, then go to the Xiuzhen Academy. It may not be convenient for them to go to these two places, I will come."
After half an hour.
Jiang Yexue was sitting on the yellow sandalwood official hat chair, slender hands folded on his knees, and was staring intently at Mo Xi, who was sleeping beside Zaishi Yujian.
The lights in the room were not too bright, and Mo Xi could clearly see the fiery red spiritual current flowing out of Mo Xi's heart, wrapping the broken jade slip. His spiritual current seemed to be the link connecting the damaged scrolls, making the entire jade slip no longer so fragmented and broken.
It had been a while, Jiang Yexue raised her hand to look at the dripper in her palm, Mo Xi had already passed a mark when she fell into spell sleep.
With the massive loss of Mo Xi's spiritual power, the jade slip has recovered completely. Thinking about it, Mo Xi's soul should be able to start reading the information recorded in the history scroll.
However, at this moment, there was a violent knock on the door outside.
"Dong Dong Dong!"
Jiang Yexue frowned slightly: "Who?"
Murong Lian's voice came in from outside: "Damn lame, get out and open the door!"
"..." Jiang Yexue glanced at the stolen jade slip on the table and the sleeping Mo Xi, and said, "It's late at night, and it's inconvenient for Jiang to meet Wang Shujun, please—"
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Murong Lian kicked the door open.
Across the soaring dust, against the moonlight, the two looked at each other. But Murong Lian's gaze didn't stay on Jiang Yexue for too long. Those two beams of cloudy light quickly passed over Jiang Yexue, roamed the whole house again, and rushed into the bedroom without saying a word.
After a circle, no one saw it.
Murong Lian returned to the main hall and asked, "Is Mo Xi not with you?"
Jiang Yexue's expression did not change, however, although he still looked calm, his slender and fair fingers were already clasped at the most hidden part of the wheelchair armrest.
Jiang Yexue smiled lightly: "Why is he here with me? If Wang Shujun wants to find Xihejun, just ask me directly. Why do you have to force it?"
But Murong Lian's temperament was so unreasonable that he was used to walking sideways. If the door could be kicked, he wouldn't use push, and if he could push, he wouldn't use knock. In addition, he was originally disliked by a good gentleman like Jiang Yexue, so naturally he was even more impolite. He glared at Jiang Yexue, and said angrily, "The dog raised by this king was placed in foster care in his house, and now the dog has been caught by Zhou He for the trial of the black demon - do you want me to ask him to settle the account? !"
Jiang Yexue's eyes narrowed.
"Gu Mang was taken away by the Jushutai?"
Murong Lian was too lazy to tell him a second time, and gritted his teeth: "Why can't I find Mo Xi's person anywhere... Could it be that he is really in the secret chat room of the Military Aircraft Administration?"
Naturally, Mo Xi was not in the secret chat room of the Military Agency.
He was still lying on the side of Zai Shi Yujian, just a stone's throw away from Jiang Yexue and Murong Lian, but Jiang Yexue's bamboo house was full of traps, and at the moment when Murong Lian broke through the door, Jiang Yexue had already opened it. After using the illusion technique in the hall, although Mo Xi was still there, Murong Lian could not see his figure.
"...Okay, then if you see him, tell him for me." Murong Lian took a heavy puff of cigarette, and said with a perverse expression, "Let's go."
"No delivery."
After Murong Lian left, Jiang Yexue turned her wheelchair to the door, closed the door, and moved to Mo Xi's side again. The room was very quiet, he stared at Mo Xi for a while, then put his hand to the other person's carotid artery, frowning slightly.
Mo Xi had already entered the state of reading the scroll. If he was forcibly pulled out at this moment, the situation would only become more dangerous, and he could only wait and not intervene.
He put down his hands, his eyes darkened.
Gu Mang's side... Can he hold out until Mo Xi wakes up from his investigation
The author has something to say:
Zhou He: Murong Lian took advantage of me and called me baby.
Elder A: Murong Lian also took advantage of me, calling me Sweetheart.
Elder B: Murong Lian even called me the sweetheart little glutinous rice, he was so embarrassed!
Elder C: Murong Lian's biggest hobby is to take advantage of others, and he calls himself "My King", "Brother Lian" and "Brother Me". I don't know where he got his face.
Alian: Of course I have a face, my face is so pretty, I am woken up by myself every day, and everyone in the world is my younger brother.